So when I was in to surrender my semiannual tube of blood last week, I told my doctor I was ready to get aggressive on my weight. “Good for you!” she said. “What are we thinking about? Lap band? Prescription?” I said “no, I want to try just setting regular goals with you first.” So … Read more
I went to YMCA day camp for a couple of summers, I’ll guess when I was 9 and 10. I can’t remember exactly where Camp Hamilton was, though I’m reasonably sure it was north of Anniston a piece, maybe not quite all the way to Jacksonville. I can’t confirm its continued existence with a casual … Read more
I was whisked away to Arabia last night. Beth hosted a murder mystery dinner party set in a market in the kingdom of Ardalan. I was an entertainer named Nihad, with a pet monkey named Sinbad. (Terri snapped this photo. I suspect others shall surface.) Have you ever attended a murder party? I can access … Read more